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Mad About Bars Lyrics - Artist : CGM
Mad About Bars
I know you lot have been waiting for this one Ghosty And believe me we ain't leaving, until we got another classic So Digga D, let's give the streets what they really want Mad About Bars, we're back Cut tru' Digga If they get nicked with the cannon, they won't stay real and sing like Mariah Conspire to change my attire, rise that fryer and burn that liar Bro known rider, he got down 3 and they all turned choir And prior, prior, prior to this 16 or higher The opps turned bro to a lifer, 300s, leathers on, no biker And I was the only guy my age in West London with a sniper See a mans eyes roll back from a chest shot attack, free broski Striker Or I press on a one.32 but I ain't tryna find out my number on Lyca Dem man act for the net, but that's not how they are off set And when me and my amigos pull up, they take off, make off, they're wet Still bake off where shh got cheffed Trap pays off, I still get bread No days off, I miss my bed Still blaze off, ayy fling that lead Who's dem yutes? Spin that ped Do it like Bruce, ching that head I learnt from Cruz now I bring back Zs, bro drop mad work, that weight get benched Do it like Ratlin, hop that fence But I bet you still get ching-ching, so it don't make no sense So it don't make no sense Got a pack just in, that's Bieber On a Friday battering fish, but the Sunday coming ain't Easter Little bro don't know how to whip, he wants white wash, no FIFA He told me he got it on tick, ayy take that shit and go buy a new beater Caasis, caasis, the akhis call us caasis, askar tryna raid mans guri They want man back in xabsi, grab the xabad, I'm charged up fully Mask and hoodie, jump out the passy Really tryna bullet that boy, no waters, I ain't doing up Ashley I look psychotic when man get wassy I need me a stain, now I'm searching Finding Nemo Add bash to the bobby, see man got brown, no Nino His silk gon' cut when I back that smoke, the nurse ain't using chemo Don got dipped cah he tried run, I caught him a stitch, no Lilo How much do you wanna B-E-T if I step on a 5 with a Star Suttin' gon' end up on BBC if I tell bro stop that car Film in the 4, two guns, take one, we're rolling Lights, camera, action, cut-cut when I soak him Ian's proper, every morning phones my blower Food on fleek, take 2 of each, I call that Noah 12 for a 1er, or take more, I don't go no lower And if Drip don't answer his phone, then I'm all alone tryna bring back yola Pyrex living, Pyrex whipping, splash in the kitchen, get it back over Brown and cute like Keisha, I can't lie Lisa, a real life moaner Been getting these P's, 10.5 of the baking soda She wan' jump up, mash up the place, Pallance bitch, this ain't no soca Kenny Allstar |
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